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 Mar 2 aAr
Semicolon
Hey mom-dad, listen.
Hit me, hate me, throw me out,
But don't shut me up.
My dear mom, my dear dad,
Please listen to me talk.
You're the place where I can unveil myself and be true to who I am.
You're the place where I can pour my heart out and expect to be heard.
You're the place I want to spend my life talking and being heard.
Please don't tell me to shut up
Because I talk too much,
Because no one likes what I speak,
Because I talk *******,
Because no one would listen to me,
Because I need to stay silent sometimes,
Because nobody likes the stories I have to tell,
Please don't tell me to shut up,
Just because that's what I need to do.
Listen to me.
Please.
 Mar 2 aAr
Jayantee Khare
Somewhere between
Tears and smiles
Simplicity and styles

Somewhere between
Earth and sky
Bold and shy


Somewhere between
Vogue and ethnicity
Chaos and tranquility

Somehow we are
Little weak but strong
We get along
#mediocre
I’m a Bengali in sombrero
An Indian from Kolkata
I live at a stone’s throw
From where flows the Ganga.

I speak in Bengalee
For me the sweetest language
Like the Ganga flows freely
Has Sanskrit as lineage.

Rice is my staple food
So are dal and fish
A cup of tea is too good
With two biscuits on a dish.

Around me spreads green countryside
Where grows all the foodgrain
Rivers flow wild and wide
Their banks home joy and pain.

I was born and reared in this riparian land
Where soil is tilled in peasants’ sweat
Sparkles in moon the Bay’s white sand
Weaving dreams for many a poet!
True religion
begins in the heart

The heart is the ruling power of manhood

You can enlighten the
understanding of man

But if his heart is wrong
the understanding only enables him to sin with a greater disregard for the responsibility resting upon him .
 Mar 2 aAr
THE LONER
Like surgeons we cut people open
in search of their  faults
we pinpoint and extract them
for us to examine
only to find
the most repulsive of them
are our own
 Mar 2 aAr
lizie
help me
 Mar 2 aAr
lizie
i’ve been pretending to be okay all day but all i can think about is cutting
i don’t know what to do anymore
 Mar 2 aAr
lizie
progress
 Mar 2 aAr
lizie
my legs burn from the treadmill,
god, it hurts so bad…
but no—
don’t think like that.

pain means progress,
and that’s all i care about.
 Mar 2 aAr
lizie
i heard the morning birds chirping outside my window today
i thought: today is going to be a good day

i’ll be wrong
but it was nice to think it
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